Before seeing Gu Shengyin, there were those who maliciously speculated.
They thought that a girl who could play a man for eighteen years without being discovered probably didn’t look very impressive.
But such thoughts didn’t last long before reality swiftly slapped them in the face.
The girl walking down from the staircase was dressed in a snow-white off-shoulder cocktail dress, with silk tied into a knot on her upper left arm, the strands elegantly falling down, showcasing a playful yet graceful deanor.
On her feet were shoes that seed like the legendary crystal shoes.
These crystal shoes were specially crafted by a foreign master, commissioned by Mo Zhongliang, at great expense for his daughter.
He wanted to tell his daughter that she was the true princess of the Mo Family.
Even those unfamiliar with luxury could tell that the outfit Gu Shengyin wore today was incredibly valuable, overshadowing almost everyone else’s attire at the event.
Yet even with such dazzling attire, most people’s gaze swiftly moved from her clothes to the face of their wearer.
Truly beautiful!
This was the involuntary exclamation of everyone at the first glance of Gu Shengyin.
The girl had almond eyes as clear as autumn waters; her skin as smooth and flawless as condensed cream; a prominent nose, and slightly parted red lips.
Despite her strikingly radiant appearance, when she smiled, she carried the innocent naivety of a doe unfamiliar with the world.
Standing under the crystal chandelier’s glow, she seed like a true princess from a fairy tale.
The n couldn’t help but let their eyes linger on her, while the daughters silently compared themselves to her.
The end result only made them secretly grit their teeth.
Mo Zhongliang also quietly observed his daughter.
His eyes were filled with unabashed pride: look, this radiant and beautiful girl is his daughter, Mo Zhongliang’s daughter.
He was imnsely grateful to have learned the truth back then; otherwise, he wondered if he would have ever seen a daughter like this.
Gu Shengyin slowly walked down and then linked her arm with Mo Zhongliang’s.
At the center of the hall was a gigantic multi-layer cake, with an 18 made of crystal quietly standing at the top.
Around this number 18 was a circle of candles burning, exactly eighteen of them.
As Gu Shengyin walked up to the cake, everyone gave her friendly smiles.
Suddenly, the lights in the villa’s hall dimd, leaving only the eighteen small candles in front of Gu Shengyin quietly burning.
Gu Shengyin smiled, closed her eyes, made a birthday wish, and blew out the candles in one breath.
When the hall lights ca back on, the guests suddenly beca restless.
Gu Shengyin, feeling sothing, raised her head and looked towards the entrance.
A man with a cool and clear presence was walking towards them from the entrance, and beside him, dressed in a green strapless gown, was none other than the sweet young lady Yu Qingyue.
Many guests were shocked: Could the Mo Family really be connected to the Yu Family?
Otherwise, how could the Yu Family’s Crown Prince personally co to the Mo Family daughter’s birthday?
Unlike the other guests, Mo Zhongliang’s face turned sowhat unsightly at the first sight of Yu Qingyun.
No father could have a favorable impression of a man who had designs on his daughter before she beca of age.
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